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Zedaph Plays was well known for his wacky and wild experiments
From dangling mobs, or attempting daring feats.
Zed did it all, and enjoyed it all.
He loved his work, and one project always inspired another.
The current project was no exception.
Zed had his history of automatic brewing contraptions, but those designs worked all on their own.
And this season Zedaph wanted a more hands on approach.
And thus The Guitar Hero Com-Brew-Tor was made!
The Ingredients would flow by and Zedaph would bounced around the key pad to collect the ingredients he wanted.
It was a hyperactive concentration game!
Perfect for Zedaphs and friends alike!
Unless said Zedaph was already distracted from Prior events of the day.
Such as the Permit Office locking down his shops for no good reason!!!
Zed just wanted a bit of a pick me up, a bit of coffee or fruit smoothie-
(Yes else could make coffee and smoothies in his combrewtor, if it could make fantastical potions surly if could make simple drink too!)
But an unfocused mind often makes mistakes.
And mistakes made with a combrewtor make strange brews with even stranger effects.
Of course Zed wasn’t think about that has he drank the bright pink Smoothie.
So the sheep hybird was quite unprepared to be all of a sudden hit with massive wave of nausea that sent him stumbling across the room.
His stomach tightening and mussels seized.
Zedaph Bleated a cry of pain and terror right before his vision went black.
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When Zedaph woke up again the overwhelming sensation of the world had increased ten fold-
Or maybe a hundred fold?-
And then the connection was made between his few sparkly little brain cells
He had been shrunk-!
Tables towered over him,
The Air felt heavier to breathe.
The Light felt too bright.
And the noises from his combrewtor felt like they were rattling his bones..
It was too much.
He needed to leave this room.
This seemingly was a flawless idea.
Except Zedaph let his tunnel vision focus only on the doorway-
And not on the ground beneath his feet.
To be fair Zed never realized there were so many gaps in his contraptions before.
Until right now-
One miss step caused Zedaph to slip and fall into his own combrewtor!
And after tumbling through the conveyors and being flung through the air, Zedaph cursed himself for the nauseating mechanics
The chaos ended with Zedaph getting launched through the air and landing in a bottle full with a bright pink liquid that went up to his chest.
The cap sealed and the bottle got automatically placed on a nearby shelf.
Giving Zedaph time to breathe.
He tried not to panic.
Tried not to freak out
But it was really difficult.
He was small-
Stuck in a bottle-
With no way out.
And after double checking he didn’t have his com anymore, so he couldn’t call for help either.
He was completely helpless.
He tried screaming,
Tried hitting the glass.
But nothing happened.
Nothing worked.
He couldn’t even sit down because then his head would be under the bright pink liquid.
Maybe dying would get him out of here and back to his bed-
but Zedaph had never had the strength to let himself drown.
But perhaps he’d get desperate enough eventually.
But even still it was painful to think about.
He really didn’t want to die
All he could do was wait..